It had been about five years since Luo Xiaolu last shared a bed with her little sister—ever since she started calling herself a delinquent.

Waking before the roosters and sleeping after the dogs, she buried herself daily in her "noble" delinquent pursuits, leaving no chance to share a room.

Now back to ordinary life, Luo Xiaolu was drowning in nonstop writing, with no time to supervise Luo Xiaotang’s bedtime.

Just for tonight, let Luo Xiaotang indulge in a tiny whim.

Luo Xiaolu turned over, reached out her arms, and gently wrapped them around Luo Xiaotang’s neck.

Luo Xiaotang buried her face in her sister’s chest. The two held each other close, sleeping soundly and sweetly.

Next morning.

When Luo Xiaolu woke, Luo Xiaotang was already gone. Normally she’d be gaming; this early, probably reading manga.

Luo Xiaolu stretched, a dull ache pulsing in her lower back.

Who even knew what last night had been like?!

Stepping out of the bedroom, a fragrant scent drifted her way.

Fried eggs?

She followed the aroma upstairs and found Luo Xiaotang already seated at the dining table, waiting.

Two plates of fried eggs and bacon sat beside glasses of milk.

“Good morning, Sister! Try the breakfast I made myself for the first time!” Luo Xiaotang beamed.

“You made this?”

Luo Xiaolu’s face froze in disbelief. *This lazy little sister, who does nothing but game—actually cooked something decent?*

“Don’t give me that look! It makes me sad!” Luo Xiaotang cried.

Luo Xiaolu sat, picked up her chopsticks, and bit into the egg.

Medium-rare! The yolk broke through the white, oozing warmly—perfect texture.

The sausage was crispy outside, tender within. Nothing like a beginner’s attempt.

“How is it? How is it?” Luo Xiaotang asked eagerly.

“No wonder you’re a Luo Xiaolu household woman!” Luo Xiaolu declared solemnly.

“Yay!”

“You’ve never cooked before? How?”

“Just followed an online recipe,” Luo Xiaotang said lightly.

Luo Xiaolu recalled her mother guiding her hands through her first cooking lesson—and still, she’d made it too salty.

Truly, a gaming-prodigy loli shines in other areas too!

“From now on, Sister focuses on work. Breakfast’s my job!”

Luo Xiaotang flashed a confident thumbs-up.

“To have a little sister like you—what more could I ask for?”

Luo Xiaolu felt deeply moved.

“How did I never notice this lazy, sharp-tongued sister could be so thoughtful?!”

“Stop it, stop it!”

...

After breakfast, a knock echoed at the door—probably the TV or AC delivery.

Luo Xiaolu walked out, saw a courier, and accepted a document-sized package.

Who even sends physical mail these days?

Back inside, she opened it—and her smile vanished.

*Dear Ms. Zhou Shuren,*

*Penguin Group cordially invites you to the copyright signing ceremony, co-hosted with NB Animation Production Company. Held at our conference center with media attendance. Your presence is requested.*

*—Penguin Group | Date: In two days*

*Note: Out-of-town guests may arrive early for hotel arrangements.*

Why drag this up after I’d almost forgotten?!

A one-million copyright fee—even with animation rights—doesn’t warrant this fanfare! Only in this world, where *certain things* aren’t advanced and “gold carats” don’t exist, would they show such respect!

This formal letter forced Luo Xiaolu to take it seriously.

How to avoid being recognized by old acquaintances if she appeared on TV or in papers?

Wear a Kamen Rider suit?

Too absurd—people would think the author’s unhinged. Masks felt too deliberate, even disrespectful.

Call and ask them to skip the media?

She wasn’t that influential. Even without reporters, attendees would snap photos.

Suddenly remembering something, she rushed to her computer and checked *Your Lie in April*’s comment section.

“Heard Sister Shuren’s attending the signing today!”

“Really? Will we finally see her real face?”

“So excited!”

“What if she’s a foot-obsessed dude? Awkward…”

“Shut up, upstairs.”

“Weibo leak says Zhou Shuren’s a super cute, literary beauty!”

“Wow!! +1”

Luo Xiaolu’s hands trembled slightly. She swallowed hard and pulled up the system interface.

*Name: Luo Xiaolu*

*Art Points: 5*

*Art Index: 4860*

*Skill Slot: [Writer Skill Card (Intermediate)] [Vocal Skill Card (Primary)]*

*Item Slot: [Art Index Rewind Card]*

*Current Title: An Artistic Girl Who Can Still Be Saved*

Every point represented change she’d brought to this world.

If her image shattered and fans felt betrayed—even without a full-blown scandal—her efforts could vanish.

Danger!

This was the greatest crisis of her artistic career.

One misstep, and everything could collapse.

Should’ve never sold the rights… Or prepared for exposure sooner.

What if—

She glanced at Luo Xiaotang.

Let her sister stand in?

Brilliant idea! Though usually messy and lazy, with grooming, Xiaotang was adorably radiant.

But… her social anxiety was severe. And Editor Lvye had already met *her*.

Catching her sister’s sidelong glance, faint smile, silent sigh—as if approving the idea—then a slow headshake, Luo Xiaotang shrank back in panic.

Luo Xiaolu: “..."

Two days blurred past in worry.

Morning arrived. Luo Xiaolu washed up, hair wildly tousled from a sleepless night.

Staring into the full-length mirror, she wore pure despair.

Forget it. Just skip it.

Better to cut and run tonight.

Anything beats blowing up.

8:30 AM. Three hours left. She dialed Editor Lvye.

“Ah, Teacher Shuren! Awake yet?”

“Um, Editor Lvye, I’m not feeling well today, so—"

“Teacher Shuren! When are you arriving? Venue’s ready! Whole editorial team’s here! Fengyun News Agency showed up! Rumor says the VP’s coming too! Never seen such a scene! Hello? Teacher Shuren?”

Luo Xiaolu silently ended the call.